Un-multi-tasking

Rosh Hashana hands

Prune-like. Like my mom’s or my bubby’s hands. Wrinkled from washing too many pots. Cleaning too many pans. Scrubbing carrots, rinsing briskets and peeling 2 bags of onions. To make:
2 pots of chicken soup- one for Betsy who lost her mom.
1 pot of cabbage soup- for Dave by popular request
1 Kansas City brisket- for the boys
1 Regular brisket for those who like brisket with tomatoes and onions
1 tongue in rememberance of Aunt Nomi- her recipe
And plans for kasha, kugel and tons of food.
Will a full stomach make up for the emptiness we will all feel this year without Dad? Probably not. But we’ll try.